Mockingbird Wish Me Luck - Brooklyn, NY lyrics

Oh Churchyard, Churchyard please Sing something back to me The bell that rang my bones They left me feeling old I saw young lovers carved on trees My gravel voice and your smoky hair To whisper maliciousness and swear That we'll never leave our names on anything Brooklyn was calling us out But I couldn't stand embracing you now Lucid dreams on burial schemes With dead men standing behind me Brooklyn was calling us out It's a war of dead men vs. new ideas My god I hate your friends Lucked out and learned to dance to misery While hanging onto your consent This is the last romance sponsored by cigarettes When these low lives spoke to me of redemption I lost my confidence in Ethics so loosely laced together Cause I fold at the slightest touch Still had the guts to hold your friends Between our lips Ethics this loosely laced together Cause I fold at the slightest touch Still had the grace to torch my past Pick up my phone, come pick me up Brooklyn was calling us out But I couldn't stand embracing you now Hollow dreams of casualties That casually rest their hands on me Brooklyn...